This is a song about "Down pants"

Attached like pants keepin casual

A criminal grind mean hustle

Doing nothing but braggin saggin my pants spitting like a dragon

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

She dont have a problem with, with

Still you couldn't know my psyche, liar, pants on fire,

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

I literally almost shit my pants/

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

You still fucking that slut? or meeting hot maids down in your pants, dreaming

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

And they the ones talking bout tuckin gats in they pants!

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit